I am still looking for my niche. I mean, suddenly – or maybe not so – I have realized that I no longer know what moves me. I know what I want, what I don’t; what I like and what I don’t. I know I want more, but that’s always been true. I also know that I need more, and that so long as I don’t have more I will not reach my full potential. I don’t mean more in material ways, but rather that abstract more that comes with a perennial feeling for contentment and fulfillment.

Right now, I am far from content, but I’m dealing. Soon I hope to find what it is I am so desperately seeking; and once I do, I hope not to regret having found it.